Chapter 98

If Butler Pang is a member of the Dark Rose, killing him and questioning his spirit will yield a lot of information, accelerating the search for the Black Wuchang... Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of joy.

The Black Wuchang has been hard to find, and he is more anxious than Fu Qingyang.

"Why would he want to kill me? At this critical moment, killing me would only complicate things." Zhang Yuanqing couldn't figure it out.

"He has his reasons for wanting to kill you. Once I kill him, we can question his spirit and find out." Fu Qingyang opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine and a glass, and said, "Would you like a glass?"

"I think I know where Li Dongze learned his habits..." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "Do you have any cola?"

Fu Qingyang put back one of the glasses and said coolly, "You'll have to wait until this is over and buy it yourself."

He sipped the tart red wine, his expression calm, as if he were going to a club rather than to kill someone...

Only someone from a wealthy, aristocratic family could have such a calm and composed demeanor. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't do that. His mind was preoccupied with how to kill Butler Pang, how much information about the Dark Rose he knew, and the risks he would face if the operation failed.

The two of them didn't speak for the rest of the journey. Fu Qingyang held his wine glass, gazing out the window at the night scenery, occasionally taking a sip.

Zhang Yuanqing reclined his seat, lying down to rest and recover his energy.

About twenty minutes later, Fu Qingyang put down his glass, and at the same time, the business car slowly decelerated.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes, got up, and looked out the window. The car had stopped outside a high-end residential complex, which was extremely luxurious and stylish, with buildings clad in black bricks arranged in an orderly manner.

Facing the entrance of the complex was a square with a fountain in the center. At first glance, it looked like a high-end hotel.

So rich, the housing prices here must be at least 1.5 million... Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.

"Centurion, won't we alert the enemy if we just walk in? Shouldn't we make some preparations first?" Zhang Yuanqing suggested.

Fu Qingyang said coolly, "Pang Wudi sent a malevolent spirit to kill you. He must be waiting at home for news. The best choice is to wait patiently until the malevolent spirit returns.

"We're coming at midnight to catch him off guard. The more preparations we make, the more likely he is to notice."

Though his tone was cold, the young master was still patient in explaining to his trusted subordinate. After that, he changed the subject:

"But we still need to do some necessary reconnaissance to prevent any Dark Rose members from disrupting our plan."

How to do that? Zhang Yuanqing was curious.

Fu Qingyang raised his right hand, his fingers together like a sword, pressing against his brow.

The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a faint white ripple emanate from Fu Qingyang's brow, spreading out like ripples in water. The farther it spread, the fainter the white light became, until it was no longer visible.

After about ten seconds, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There are no ambushes nearby."

Seeing his trusted subordinate's stunned expression, he smiled faintly, "Don't be surprised, this is a scout!"

And Zhang Yuanqing thought: This is the real eye. In comparison, Li Dongze is just a fake eye.

After saying that, Fu Qingyang opened the car door and walked to the guardhouse at the entrance of the complex, looking calmly at the guard and saying, "Open the gate!"

In this high-end residential complex, entry and exit require a security card.

The guard looked in surprise at the young man with an extraordinary demeanor, dressed in a well-tailored white suit, with a short ponytail, and a face so handsome it was almost intimidating.

His gaze was deep and calm, making you feel like a king looking down from a high place, elegant and noble.

The guard respectfully asked, "Which unit are you from?"

Fu Qingyang said calmly, "Open the gate, don't waste my time."

For some reason, the guard felt a sense of awe and submission, and nervously opened the gate.

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, walked through the iron gate, and entered the complex.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed, but was stopped by the guard, "Wait! Which unit are you from?"

Recalling the scene just now, Zhang Yuanqing put on a serious face, his gaze deep and calm, imitating Fu Qingyang's regal and kingly demeanor, and said coolly, "Don't waste my time."

The guard looked him up and down a few times, then waved him off impatiently, "Go, go, go."

"..." Zhang Yuanqing's face was slightly embarrassed, so he used his charm to confuse the old man and slipped into the complex.

Well, it's not that my aura is not as strong as Fu Qingyang's, but different professions have different abilities. He can't charm the old man like I can, he thought to himself.

Catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice, "Centurion, why not climb over the wall? Entering through the front gate leaves traces."

The figure in the white suit walked briskly and said coolly, "Don't forget your identity. We are the official authorities."

Alright, if it were Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing over the wall is not elegant! Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.

On the 21st floor of the western residential building, a large apartment.

In the living room, Pang Wudi, wearing a judo uniform and with a square face, sat silently and sternly at the bar, his palm holding a glass of wine.

In front of him on the marble bar was a bottle of whiskey and an old, worn-out mobile phone.

Pang Wudi was waiting for the malevolent spirit in the phone to return.

It was now 2 a.m., and the malevolent spirit had not returned, which meant the target had not been eliminated.

But Pang Wudi was not worried. He did not believe that the Primordial Celestial could evade the malevolent spirit's attack. The Night Walker did not have the ability to enter the dream realm, and once in the dream, he would be doomed.

After obtaining this item, Pang Wudi had used it to kill several enemies he couldn't handle himself, and it had never failed.

This item was a killing god, capable of killing without a trace, leaving no clues even for a scout.

The only drawback was that it was almost ineffective against enemies at the Saint level, and after ten uses, the malevolent spirit would hunt the user in dreams.

Of course, for a Saint-level Pang Wudi, this would at most create some minor crises.

"After the Primordial Celestial is dead, Fu Qingyang will surely be enraged, but it will be hard for him to suspect me. However, this person is sharp, so I need to be careful for the next three days..."

Pang Wudi finished his drink, and at that moment, a scene flashed in his mind:

Fu Qingyang in a white suit, leading a handsome young man, stood outside the security door.

This scene was transmitted by a potted plant he had placed outside the door. A Saint-level wood demon could communicate with plants in a small area, making them his "eyes."

The Primordial Celestial is not dead? They came to my door? How is that possible?!

Pang Wudi's pupils constricted, and shock and confusion surged within him. He quickly made a decision to leave.

First, he needed to leave and inform the contact "Heaven's Injustice" of the failed assassination, then report to his superiors and wait for orders, adapting as needed.

In any case, he couldn't stay here. At the very least, he needed to dispose of the assassination item.

After making his decision, Pang Wudi rushed to the balcony, trying to escape through the window.

"Clack, clack..."

The lock on the security door melted into molten iron, dripping to the ground.

The security door opened, and Fu Qingyang, wearing dark red gloves, walked in.

"Don't try to run, you won't get away." Fu Qingyang said coolly, looking at the back of the figure rushing to the balcony.

Without turning around, Pang Wudi threw a handful of spores. These spores grew rapidly in the wind, transforming into plant-like creatures resembling small octopuses, their tentacles writhing and enveloping Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing dodged to the side, avoiding the "octopus" plants.

He didn't expect the fight to start so abruptly, without even a word.

Fu Qingyang didn't retreat, walking forward through the swarm of plants. It seemed he had calculated the movement of the octopus plants, and with a leisurely pace, he skillfully avoided all the enveloping plants.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang flipped his right hand, revealing a deep green small banner, which he flicked out.

"Ha!"

The banner nailed into the balcony tiles, and a greenish light barrier rose, forming a cage that trapped Pang Wudi on the balcony.

"Hmph!" Pang Wudi's body suddenly swelled, like a balloon inflating, transforming into a three-meter-tall giant with muscles like vines, taut and hard.

He punched the light barrier with all his might, and the greenish light shattered, spreading through the living room.

By this time, Fu Qingyang had already reached the balcony, pulling out a bronze sword covered in verdigris from his inventory.

A hint of fear flashed in Pang Wudi's eyes, and he spat out a grayish mist.

The mist contained spores invisible to the naked eye, which had a strong predatory nature. Once they attached to a living being, they would grow wildly, draining all life force.

The mist enveloped them, and even a scout's "prediction" couldn't avoid such an attack.

But Fu Qingyang didn't retreat. He grabbed a white banner in his left hand, embroidered with a majestic white tiger.

"Roar!"

A phantom tiger's roar echoed in the room, dispersing the mist.

Fu Qingyang took a step forward, raising the bronze sword.

Pang Wudi's massive body suddenly trembled, his legs unable to coordinate. His left foot wanted to move left, his right foot wanted to move right, and his upper body had its own ideas...

In the end, he summoned a set of vine armor to cover his three-meter-tall body.

Fu Qingyang swung his sword.

The next moment, the vine armor split, and the flesh separated. The three-meter-tall giant was cut in half, his organs falling to the ground, and dark red blood spreading across the balcony tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing, who had witnessed this, was both shocked and delighted, his mind racing with thoughts:

Dead? A Saint-level being is dead just like that...

Why didn't he dodge? This sword strike was nothing special, was it that hard to avoid...

Fu Qingyang sheathed the bronze sword and the banner, turning his gaze calmly, "Come and question his spirit!"

"Okay, okay," Zhang Yuanqing gathered his scattered thoughts and walked over quickly.

PS: Typos will be corrected later.